My grandfather, who I greatly admired and held in high regard, played a significant role in my life. He had physical characteristics such as height, slimness, and a head full of white hair. Unfortunately, he passed away during my youth; however, despite our short time together, I cherish many fond memories of him.
He resided in Bib, a small village situated in Imo state in Nigeria. When I was four years old and my parents were living in Rome, Italy, I had the privilege of residing with him. This arrangement continued for approximately six years until I eventually reunited with my parents.
My grandfather, recognized for his integrity and great qualities, was a well-known man. From the beginning, his commitment to his words earned him admiration. As an electrical engineer, I have always looked up to him and admired him. I can vividly recall his distinctive work attire – a green t-shirt, black trousers, and a thick glove that protected him from electrical shocks. His expertise in the field and dedication inspired me to pursue a career as an engineer.
In addition to highlighting my passion for engineering, my grandfather also stressed its financial benefits. Initially as a child, I believed engineering was exclusively for men and doubted my own capabilities in this profession. However, my grandfather reassured me that engineering offers various career paths and opportunities for individuals of all genders.
My grandfather served as an inspiration to me in various ways. He taught me the importance of being a good person, emphasizing respect for elders and speaking kindly to others. Despite his own hardships, he selflessly gave me his hard-earned money and ensured my school fees were always paid.
However, our situation worsened when he fell ill and was admitted to a hospital that lacked necessary resources, resulting in delayed medical attention for two weeks. Eventually, the attending doctor revealed that his liver had been fatally damaged due to poisoning with no chance of survival.
During our three-day stay at the hospital, we received no visitors or food support. I witnessed my grandfather’s struggle for life and noticed jaundice in his eyes upon regaining consciousness. It became clear that the lack of timely medical care irreparably harmed his liver. In that moment, he expressed regret over not having access to a capable doctor who could have saved him.
He encouraged me to pursue a career in medicine so I could save lives once I joined my parents in Africa. Overwhelmed with emotions, I promised him that I would honor his memory by fulfilling this dream. Today, as I continue working towards becoming a doctor myself, it serves as both a personal goal and tribute to my beloved grandfather.
